[ Shadowheart and Lae'zel would fume if they knew that they were kicked out of their own room so that Iorveth could put his hand down Astarion's pants. Then again, they probably have their hands down each other's pants right now, so they really can't judge.
All of this affection is a little overwhelming, the feeling of being underneath someone terribly vulnerable, but Iorveth's sweet words ease any tension he might have had. Beloved, he says, and Astarion rolls the word around in his brain. When Iorveth says it like that, voice soft and fond, he could really believe that he is something worthy of being loved. A new belief for him, after centuries of being told the exact opposite, but not an unpleasant one.
It's not at all 'wicked' that that's what sends a shiver down his spine, body responding to Iorveth's in a way that's easier than it's ever been. It feels safe to let his erection harden under Iorveth's bow-callused fingers, to put himself both literally and metaphorically in his hands. He doesn't have to feel afraid of how this might make him feel, because Iorveth would never mishandle something that he loves. ]
Gods, just do it already.
[ As much as he'd like to listen to Iorveth beg some more, he lacks the patience to be withholding for long. A poor excuse for an evil vampire lord. ]
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All of this affection is a little overwhelming, the feeling of being underneath someone terribly vulnerable, but Iorveth's sweet words ease any tension he might have had. Beloved, he says, and Astarion rolls the word around in his brain. When Iorveth says it like that, voice soft and fond, he could really believe that he is something worthy of being loved. A new belief for him, after centuries of being told the exact opposite, but not an unpleasant one.
It's not at all 'wicked' that that's what sends a shiver down his spine, body responding to Iorveth's in a way that's easier than it's ever been. It feels safe to let his erection harden under Iorveth's bow-callused fingers, to put himself both literally and metaphorically in his hands. He doesn't have to feel afraid of how this might make him feel, because Iorveth would never mishandle something that he loves. ]
Gods, just do it already.
[ As much as he'd like to listen to Iorveth beg some more, he lacks the patience to be withholding for long. A poor excuse for an evil vampire lord. ]